It's the year 850, and the Survey Corps were out in their 5Xth Expedition Outside The Walls. The plan was simple: stick to the strategy, refrain from deviating from the plan, and most importantly… don't get yourself killed. It was easy, Eren thought. As long as he kept his guard up and eyes peeled, he'd be fine. Boy, was he wrong.

Where is he now? He doesn't know. All he knew was that a few moments ago, he was in his position in the formation when a sudden attack occurred. Black signal flares were shot up into the skies. A simple sign of danger… an abnormal titan.

Eren was trained for this moment. It was a flash of movement and multiple events. Ultrahard steel blades clashed with titan skin, blood splattered on the ground, whether it was titan blood or human blood… Eren could only guess.

Nevertheless, it is certain that he is lost. After all, how were you supposed to navigate when lush fields of foliage are all that the eye can see? He was about to shoot a signal flare. To be more explicit, a purple ammo. But as if fate itself had loathed him, he didn't possess the ammo needed.

Just as he thought that this couldn't get any worse… a silhouette far larger than that of a fleet of scouts just had to manifest, getting closer and closer to the scout astray. Now it just so happens that the sole silhouette was none other than you… Now the strings are in your hands; what is there for you to do? Induce chaos or engender comity?